As the day waned and sunlight ebbed, Clawstar breifly spoke with Brightflight, telling him to keep watch on the camp in his absence, a smile cracking upon his rosy face before he departed to go on a foraging trip to the mountains where some raspberries were growing.
Edited by BirdNut - 7/4/11 at 11:46pm
The shadows of night caused little fear or trepidation for him, instead, it calmed him. Willingly, he allowed darkness's tendrils to absorb him into their depths, the moonlight dimly illuminating the field of swaying grass before him. As the bustle of the clan and other such nonsense fled his busy mind, silence fell into it's place, the only sound that broke this precious silence, his solace, was the distant, gentle coos of a mother Owl to her softly peeping chicks.
Effortlessly, he felt his feet fall forward, leading him through the gnarled, old trees that hung low above his head. Then he felt a swift blow to his head. He had no time to shout, or to even utter a word, or cast a questioning glance to his attacker, whose identity was concealed in darkness. His hocks buckled and he abruptly collapsed into a heap, and, making matters worse, his forehead landed with a thud on a rock. The attacker moved on silent feet, quickly searching the fallen cock for valuable goods that he could take with him on his departure. Finding nothing, he left the unconcious rooster, in plain sight for predators.
Luckily for him, there were none within range. Yet.
(Alrighty, Terrie, do your thing.)